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A sort of sob came into her throat. "He does not need me, but he may he will one day; and then I shall be ready. But now " Old Soolsby's face turned away. His house overlooked every house in the valley beneath: he could see nearly every garden; he could even recognise many in the far streets. Besides, there hung along two nails on the wall a telescope, relic of days when he sailed the main.
"I did not expect my lady so soon," she said, surprised. "No; we came sooner than we expected. Where have you been?" "At Soolsby's hut on the hill, my lady." "Who is Soolsby?" Kate told her all she knew, and of what had happened that afternoon but not all.
With no apparent relevancy, and laying his hand on Faith's shoulder, he said: "We have done according to our conscience by Davy God is our witness, so!" She leaned her cheek against his hand, but did not speak. In Soolsby's hut upon the hill David sat talking to the old chair-maker. Since his return he had visited the place several times, only to find Soolsby absent.
Three lights burned in Hamley: one in the Red Mansion, one in the Cloistered House, and one in Soolsby's hut upon the hill. In the Red Mansion old Luke Claridge, his face pale with feeling, his white hair tumbling about, his head thrust forward, his eyes shining, sat listening, as Faith read aloud letters which Benn Claridge had written from the East many years before.
I think you'll see that you will do a good thing to let it all be. Luke Claridge, if he was up and well, wouldn't thank you for it have you got any right to give him trouble, too? Besides, I've saved his life to-night, and... and perhaps I might save yours, Soolsby, if it was in danger." Soolsby's hand had moved slightly. It was only an inch from the wire.
In spite of himself his eyes fixed themselves on Soolsby's hand. It was but a hair's breadth from the wire. The end would come now. Suddenly a voice was heard outside the door. "Eglington!" it called. Soolsby started, his hand drew spasmodically away from the wire, and he stepped back quickly. The door opened, and Hylda entered. "Mr. Claridge is dead, Eglington," she said. Destiny had decided.
Such a mood suddenly came upon her now. The pen lay by the paper untouched, her hands folded in her lap, and a long silence fell upon them, broken only by the twanging of the strips of cane in Soolsby's hands. At last, however, even this sound ceased; and the two scarce moved as the sun drew towards the middle afternoon.
And tell him who is beyond and away in Egypt that old Soolsby's busy making a chair for him to sit in when the scarlet cloth is spread, and the East and West come to salaam before him. Tell him the old man says his fluting will be heard." And now, David, I have told thee all, nearly. Remains to say that thy one letter did our hearts good.
I've " He stopped short, seeing a strange look come over the other's face, then stepped forward quickly as the old man half rose from his chair, murmuring thickly: "Mercy David, my lord, come !" he muttered, and staggered, and fell into Soolsby's arms. His head dropped forward on his breast, and with a great sigh he sank into unconsciousness.
"Poor fellow!" he said again, and listened to Soolsby's stertorous breathing, as a physician looks at a patient whose case he cannot control, does not wholly understand. The hand of the sleeping man was suddenly raised, his head gave a jerk, and he said mumblingly: "Claridge for ever!" Kate nervously intervened. "It fair beat him, your coming back, sir. It's awful temptation, the drink.
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